MaYa
Wellknown Ace
Echo Of Soft Touches
The night I met him, under the streetlights, felt special. His yellow hoodie stood out. Our handshake was just a touch, but his eyes held mine. When he offered his cigarette, it felt like a little bridge between us. We talked easily, like we'd known each other. That night felt like the start of something good.
The next day, at the party, being near him felt natural. Sharing drinks, laughing with friends, but our eyes kept finding each other. Later, when I was sleepy, he asked if he could stay. My heart fluttered a little when I said yes. Sharing a smoke by the window, the moon shining on us, felt magical. He looked at me, and I couldn't hide my smile. His gentle kiss on my forehead felt so sweet.
That night, there was a quiet understanding between us. He touched my face so softly, telling me how soft my hands and skin were. Lying next to him, his gaze made me feel seen. His soft touch on my lips made my heart beat faster. I wondered if it was just wanting, or something real. But his kisses felt like both – a deep desire and a tenderness I hadn't known.
He held me close, even with my clothes on, like he was cherishing me. It felt new and beautiful. He showed me that being close could be full of care and love. He made me feel happy and wanted. We held each other in the cold night, but we were warm together.
Waking up on his chest the next morning felt like a dream. His "Good morning, baby" with a smile made me feel so special. Even a messy morning kiss felt perfect. He held me close, kissing me softly. That morning felt warm and lovely. We talked for a long time, just holding each other. Showering together felt natural and sweet.
When he dropped me home, it felt hard to say goodbye. But we both knew this wasn't just one night. We'd find our way back to each other, if time allowed. It felt like a real connection, something precious and lovable
